A Game of Lies

It's always been Juliet's dream to move to London, and after her and her best friend Cassidee finally make it there, she runs into one person she was least expecting. When falling in love with Harry Styles seems to come so easily, Juliet thinks that nothing could go wrong for her. She thinks that she has finally caught a break. Wrong. After getting tangled up in a game of lies, and getting her heart broken, Juliet is left with a huge burden upon her. Will she be able to ever forget her past and be happy again? We she ever get the true love she has been wishing for?


11. Doubt


Juliet’s POV


            Within the next day the pictures showed up all over the internet, along with rumors, which were awful. I was trying my best not to believe any of them, and I really didn’t want to, but it was harder than you think. I know Harry had called me right away and told me the truth, and had been genuinely sorry about the whole situation, so why couldn’t I just forgive him? It just wasn’t that easy I guess, and I wasn’t the jealous type, but this girl he’d been seen with was extremely pretty. Tall, blonde, typical Harry. Oh god, what was I doing. Nothing had happened, right? Harry was telling the truth, I think. This was just all too confusing.

            “Jules! Come here now!” Dee yelled from the living room, snapping me out of thoughts. I shut my laptop, stepping away from the terrible rumors I promised myself I wouldn’t even look at, yeah that didn’t exactly work.

            “What do you want,” I said annoyed, not with her, just in general I guess. I plopped myself down on our leather couch and peeked at the link up on her laptop, “Oh god, not this again,” I complained. It seemed as if I couldn’t get away from the damn rumors.

            “Do you know about this? See this is why you shouldn’t be messing around with famous guys from boy bands. You really should have thought about this before you dove into this whole ‘relationship’ thing,” Dee kept lecturing me like she was my mother, and I just sat with my eyes closed and her get it all out, “Are you even listening to me Jules?” she asked, clearly annoyed.

            “No, to be honest not really,” I said, looking at her.

            “Do you not even care that your boyfriend cheated on you?!” she almost screamed in shock.

            “Harry didn’t cheat on me, well not really, he called me yesterday and was all apologetic and told me the whole story,” I told her.

            “And why did you not inform me, your best friend, of this?” she asked, still a bit irritated.

            “Because I don’t really think that it’s that big of a deal,” I lied, I really did, and didn’t exactly know what to think of the whole situation, but Dee was not the one to talk to this about. I already knew what she thought I should do.

            “Are you going to just let this slide and forget the whole thing?” Dee asked.

            “Well, I don’t know really,” I replied.

            “Don’t, if that’s what you were thinking. I’ve seen shit like this before, it’ll just get worse, trust me. Honestly if I were you I’d just forget him and move on,” she told me, almost in a way of telling me what to do, which I hated.

            “Says you,” I snapped, “It’s not like I’m the only one here with a ‘famous’ guy in my life.”

            “Oh that’s so different!” she exclaimed, “Besides, I know I can handle it if I get hurt. I don’t want to have to pick up the pieces again if you do,” she said.

            “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked irritated.

            “I just don’t want you to get hurt again, Jules. You’ve been through some crazy shit,” she explained.

            I was now extremely mad, who was she to tell me what to do? And why would she bring that up? I could handle myself, I’m not who I used to be anymore. I suddenly felt tears welling up behind my eyes, not out of sadness, but frustration, with this whole situation. It sucked. “Whatever,” I said, I didn’t even care at this point if I sounded like a bitch, “I’m done with talking about this,” And with that I walked back into my room, probably closing my door a bit harder than planned.


Harry’s POV


            I was still freaking out about what happened last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even though there wasn’t much to think about considering I didn’t really remember it. I do remember calling Juliet right away to tell her, I didn’t need this blowing up in my face. It killed me to think that I could’ve hurt her. She was honestly the best thing in my life right now. I hoped that she would forgive me, I felt horrible for what happened. And when she had said she wanted to talk when I got back home, it worried me sick. The way she said, her voice was full of disappointment, of hurt. I hope I don’t lose her because, well, I loved her. It was true, I did. God, I just wanted to be back with her in my arms again, knowing she was still mine.

            I had seen a few of the rumors they were making up online, and they were terrible. I really hoped Juliet wasn’t reading any of them, and I hope even more she didn’t believe them, because they weren’t true, to an extent at least. I still had another week left until I could see her again, and I don’t know if I could wait that long. She hadn’t called me, even though it had only been a day, but I was worried she wouldn’t call at all. I was pretty much just worried in general. And now, the interviews we had were full of questions about the little ‘incident’. All the questions asked I denied, because none of them were true, and when they asked me about Juliet, I didn’t really have a response because I didn’t know any of the answers.

            “Harry!” Louis complained, “Quit moping around like a pathetic loser!” I had pretty been like a zombie all day, not talking to anyone, not even really moving if I could help it.

            When I didn’t respond to what he said he spoke again, “Besides man, I’m sure everything is going to be fine. You told her the truth right? To a girl all the most important thing is honesty.”

            “I guess,” I mumbled, just to get him off my back.

            “Come on man, get up and do something, just looking at you is making me feel depressed,” he said, tugging my shoulder a bit to try and get me up.

            “Stop,” I groaned, I still didn’t want to do anything, no matter how much he tried to cheer me up.

            “Well I got some news for you that might cheer you up,” Liam said walking in the room while Louis stilled tried to get me to get up.

            I looked up at him, a tad curious to what he was about to say. “Well,” he started, “I guess a few of interviews got canceled or something, I don’t exactly know the details. But the point is we get to go home early, as in tomorrow.”

            Now this got my attention, because this meant that I could go see Juliet. “Really?” I asked enthusiastically.

            “Yeah,” he responded, “So I’d get packing you two, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,”

            This was great, I was going to see Juliet earlier than expected. Maybe I could surprise her, go to her apartment, explain what happened. Then I could hold her in my arms again, maybe. I hope. I just wanted everything back to the way that it was.


Juliet’s POV


            I hadn’t really gotten much sleep last night. There was way too much on my mind of course. I pretty much had much had been laying in my bed all day too. I just didn’t really know what to do. Ugg I hate life.

            My stomach rumbled in neglect of having no food distracting me from my complaining of life, so I slugged out of bed and into the kitchen to get something to eat. As I was putting a bagel in the toaster a small knock come from the front door. Strange. I thought it could be Dee because she’s always forgetting her key, but I knew that she had gone out to look for some sort of job stating she wanted to do something ‘productive’. I was still curious to see how that turned out for her, considering she was the laziest person on earth.

            Having no clue who it was I slowly walked over the door, still in my pajamas, and irritated with whoever was ruining my breakfast time. I opened the door and found the person I was least expecting. A full head of mopping curls was standing at my doorway.

            “What are you doing he-“I started, but was soon cut off when two strong arms wrapped around me. His head was buried in my messy hair, and I was soon bombarded with his amazing scent. I had forgotten how much I had missed Harry’s hugs. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him as well, burying my face in his chest.

            “I am so sorry,” he whispered, and that was all. That was enough. I knew he was sorry, and I knew I forgave him. I just needed to hear it in person. It proved how much I really loved him that I could forgive him so easily.

            “I know,” I responded, “I forgive you.”

            We stayed like that for a moment, our arms locked together, eyes closed, until he pulled away. “You know it’s a good thing you forgive me,” he said, his hands moving to intertwine with mine.

            “And whys that,” I asked curiously.

            “Because, I don’t know if I could’ve waited any longer without this,” he said, eliminating the space between us and crashing his lips against mine. He was right, I don’t think I really could have waited and longer either. This kiss was amazing, so full of love. It was strong too, but not with lust, it was just showing that he had missed me, a lot. I slowly pulled away, but I know I really didn’t want to.

            “You know what,” Harry said, a grin plastered on his face. I was kind of glad he had dropped the situation, already moving on like nothing had happened. “I’m going to take you out tonight. I don’t care what you say. We’re going to go to a nice restaurant, and I’m going to show off my beautiful girlfriend.”

            I smiled at this, “That means I’m going to have to look decent doesn’t it?” I fake pouted.

            “Yes that would be nice,” he laughed a bit.

            “I bet you just want to see me in that purple dress that I got,” I said.

            “Maybe,” he smiled again, making me laugh. I was so happy he was back, and definitely looking forward to going out with him.   

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